This is by no means off-topic.

If we open any history of Western music, it is not difficult for us to be directly attracted by two new stars from the beginning of the story of the period of romantic musicalism.

Chopin and Liszt.

Brilliant like the two golden strings left in the world from God's harp.

However, they never appear in the same subsection.

If Chopin represents restraint and subtlety, then fanaticism and conflict must be Liszt's innermost monologue.

As a young man, Liszt had already explained why genius was called genius in piano playing, but this did not overshadow his even more amazing talent for composition.

In that era when the stars were shining.

At the age of fourteen, Liszt wrote the core melody of twelve supertechnical etudes.

At the height of his pianist career, this set of 12 world-famous supertechnical etudes came out like a monster with a strong subjective confrontation with excessive objectivity.

No. 5, Feux Follets, no one, is the most difficult presence to conquer in piano etudes.

As a litmus test of virtuoso technique, the difficulty of the ghost fire has dominated almost all subsequent eras.

Even today, when modern piano playing techniques are becoming more and more sophisticated, Feux Follets is thrilled when they appear on any concert repertoire or arena.

What kind of sparks will a seventeen-year-old genius girl grind out when she crosses time and space to talk to a fourteen-year-old genius boy?

All eyes were on everyone, including the fourteen judges' seats.

They all carefully observed the girl in the black dress sitting in front of the piano, as if they were worried about missing her every move.

And yet at this very moment.

A set of eerie notes, resounding through the hall from a weak crescendo.

It's like half a second before people breathe, and the phosphorus fire in the dark night suddenly appears.

On the keyboard of the grand piano on stage, a fair-skinned right hand that appeared without warning had begun to flow delicately between the clusters of musical motives.

All eyes were fixed again.

A black left hand also swayed and appeared.

Accompanied by lazy chords, it is like a clown wearing a pure white mask, slowly moving his steps.

Dark-toned variant chromatic scales run through several registers, adding a veil of mystery to the eerie background tones of the piece.

Every gap between two notes coming from the castanets indicates that the beginning of the whole piece is not going to be some way faster.

This was Qin Jian's first reaction under his auditory consciousness.

It only takes a split second to change a person's sense of hearing.

Just for a moment.

In just two measures, the piano spans three octaves of rapid descent, the sound flow seems to jump and flicker, and the ghostfire motive is reproduced.

As the music in his ears began to flicker and beat rapidly, Qin Jian narrowed his eyes and looked hard at the hands on the keys.

Waiting for a certain moment.

The performer on the stage raised his chin of pride slightly, completely ignoring the movements of his hands.

This amazed many of the judges.

Not to mention the crowd of contestants in the contestants' seats, the vast majority of them have felt more than just pressure.

It's a tribute.

"It's really remarkable, I haven't seen you for two years, and I've really improved a lot. ”

A sigh in the darkness.

As everyone listened with absolute concentration, a pair of slender hands danced to the music under the seat.

"Unfortunately, the outcome is already doomed. ”

As the melody became more and more erratic, the two fingers in the darkness gradually swayed rapidly, as if faster than the music in the hall at this time...

At the castanets of a grand piano on stage.

A string of silver bells sounded, and the quirky went from slow to fast, faster and faster.

Eventually, a few loops of notes become almost a frequency under the player's fingers, as if giving an auditory illusion, like a skin ghost's laughter.

In the midst of laughter, the color suddenly changed.

"It's coming. ”

Qin Jian instantly held his breath.

I saw the entire right hand of the girl on the stage after a brief pause.

Under the melody of the left hand singing, the five fingers of the right hand seem to be separated from consciousness and each is completing its own mission.

At the moment of rise and fall, it is completely impossible to guess the intention of the performer.

Extremely fast, dense, oppressive two-tone vibrato.

And so it appeared.

"I***. ”

One of the most famous two-tone passages in the history of music is the piano literature.

Great composers had already written the script 180 years ago, and at this time only the actors were in place.

...

The girl's hands are completely in harmony, showing off all kinds of splendid techniques like the audience.

...

It wasn't until the big jump and the appearance of the leaning sound completely broke the peaceful bass that the music began to become uneasy.

The treble flickers from time to time, once again embellished with musical motives.

...

The music doesn't stop for a moment.

Through the alternation of the big jump and the theme, the various pitches gradually appear.

The unstable mood of the music, like foreshadowing.

Suddenly, the thematic motive reappeared.

It's just that the genius composer of spirituality has quietly done something to give 'it' an emotion that has never appeared before, a soft and ethereal.

The jumping phosphor fire is like a weakening?

No.

With both hands, the girl once again interprets the mystery of the dense alternating chromatic scales.

It's a conversation that transcends time and space.

Under the arpeggios of the minor seventh chord, the music is like entering a tunnel to a different time and space.

Everyone is waiting for a new world.

And just before this long wait ended, like a nightmare before waking up, suddenly met the dawn.

Bizarre and motley.

The whole concert hall flickered, and the golden stage reappeared, except for the last remaining chord ending note in B-flat major, unwilling to wail the last elegy.

It's just a ghost fire, never to be seen again.

There was no gap, and the hall returned to tranquility for a moment.

In the last row of the judges' seat, a round of applause suddenly rang out.

This was the first time that had happened in the half-time schedule, but it didn't go unnoticed.

Such a pleasing performance, breathtaking technique.

By halfway through the game, the undoubted best work had emerged.

After the first applause, no one will skimp on their applause.

The atmosphere is getting hotter and hotter.

......

Looking at the girl who walked down from the stage with the corner of her skirt, Qin Jian's heart was also difficult to calm down for a while.

Although such an outcome was foreseen from the beginning

But when the other party passed by him, Qin Jian couldn't help but recall the weird jump in his mind.

"It was a great performance. ”

Qin Jian looked at the empty piano on the stage, smiling, and silently approving in his heart.

Although it is also a headache opponent.

But in this moment, good music seems to be more important.

...

After a short time, the intensive applause gradually became more and more relaxed

The fifth seat on the left hand of the judges in the first row.

A little old man wearing only a black turtleneck sweater on his upper body wrote a few lines of English on the scoring sheet belonging to Zhao Yinuo, and then left two Arabic numerals in the upper right corner of the table on the page.

98。

This is the highest score ever scored in a game so far.

President of the piano department from the Conservatoire Supérieure de Musique de Paris.

He did not hesitate to praise in fluent English.

This is another scene that has never happened before.

And the game is still going on.

There was no respite.

"The fourteenth contestant - Feng Ziyan, elected by the Yanjing Musicians Association. ”

"He will bring the following tracks. ”

The girl who returned to the banquet had not yet taken her seat, and her expression suddenly froze.

The sound of the announcer in the hall.

Ringing again.